A Quote by George Herbert

A crooked log makes a strait fire. — © George Herbert
A crooked log makes a strait fire.

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Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
Log Log Log (x) goes off to infinity with x, but has never been observed to do so.
log log log x goes to infinity with great dignity.
Fire is the Sun unwinding from the tree's log.
The Strait of Hormuz is an international waterway, and it is not helpful for any nation to suggest that it would attempt to restrict traffic through the strait.
I log out of Twitter on my computer so I have to log in and then I log back out.
Last night I slept like a log. I woke up in the fire place.
Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, "You're crooked. You've always been crooked and you'll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!" said the straight tree. He said, "I'm tall and I'm straight." And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, "Cut all the straight trees." And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange.
Secondly I would like to make continuous efforts of stabilising cross Strait relations, eventually reaching peace across the Taiwan strait and stability and security in the Asia Pacific region.
When you eat a piece of white bread, think of it as putting a tissue on a fire. But if you eat something that has wholegrains, whether it's a little bit of oatmeal, a little bit of protein, it's like putting a log on the fire.
Men are sensitive in strange ways. If a man has built a fire and the last log does not burn, he will take it personally.
Meditation is like a single log of wood. Insight and investigation are one end of the log; calm and concentration are the other end. If you lift up the whole log, both sides come up at once. Which is concentration and which is insight? Just this mind.
I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.
The path of least resistance leads to crooked rivers and crooked men.
I don't move. I wait behind my log, terrified. Over the past ten minutes, it's become such a dear friend, I consider naming it: Howard, my pet log.
It is better to have crooked legs than a crooked spirit. We can only do the best we can with what we have. That, after all, is the measure of success: what we do with what we have.
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